A/N: Short drabble about our eternally confused angel's first New Year's Eve celebration. Not really sure where to set this story in the main story line. Just thought that our beloved characters deserved some peacefulness for once in their lives.

Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine.

Fireworks

Boom. Boom-boom. Ksjjj! Boom.

Blue eyes silently took in the nightly scenery, unblinking. Dozens of brightly tinted sparks were sent skywards, exploding, expanding, flying higher and higher until they might've knocked on Heaven's door itself. Shiny colors were soaring through the midnight darkness like shooting stars, raining down on the surface of the earth as if they were falling comets. The noise was deafening, muting out the distant cheering of a celebrating crowd in the heart of the city.

Castiel's eyes lit up at a new golden burst of light, almost wishing he could stand underneath that shower of stars. He didn't so much as flinch at a particularly loud explosion; his jaw merely dropped slightly upon seeing the beautiful unison of a starless night, a pale white moon and the different shades of colors piercing through the grim veil of darkness.

He only noticed now that snowflakes had started to fall, softly whirling around as a gentle breeze carried them, settling onto the frozen ground, waiting for the watery winter sun to melt them again. Their white, almost translucent texture reflected the blue and green and red and gold in the air, surrounding the angel with hundreds of glowing fireflies.

His trenchcoat fluttered and he blinked, taking a deep breath. He might even have cried at the sheer beauty unfolding in front of his immortal glistening azure eyes, had a familiar voice not called out to him.

'It's called fireworks.'

Castiel smiled, not having to turn around to know to whom that low, soft timbre belonged. He felt the other's warmth approach him from behind, gentle yet strong arms wrapping securely around his waist. He allowed himself a content sigh and leaned back into the willing body behind him, reveling in its heat.

'It's beautiful,' he said, his voice no more than a soft, hoarse whisper.

Arms tightened around him, hot, silky lips finding their way to his neck. He tilted his head back to give the most welcome mouth better access, suppressing a shudder as warm breath ghosted over his cold skin.

'Happy New Year, Cas,' the voice exhaled.

The angel smiled, turning around and grasping the hands that had been holding him before. Sapphire orbs met emerald, glowing like molten, liquid gems in the light of a new explosion of colors. He moved closer, his borrowed vessel fitting perfectly against the slightly taller body in front of him.

Without further hesitation, he brought their lips together in a soft, tender kiss, feeling peaceful for the first time in months. The skies exploded yet again.

'Happy New Year, Dean.'

Tonight, just for once, all was well.